The dispelling had been a disaster. That was the only way he could describe it, but...
Right now Caleb can't describe much at all.
He comes to in an alley somewhere in - he doesn't know. He doesn't know and there's no one around he recognizes and he has to run.
He has to run, but he can't move. He can barely breathe, and the pain in his body is still there, his limbs lead and impossible to move. His chest burns as he tries to push himself up - nothing.
Just left here to die, maybe. How long until he gets pulled back in? How long until someone finds him and kills him? He doesn't have the answers to the questions he desperatey wants to ask.
Everything is far away. If he could move he would summon Frumpkin - but no. Instead he just lies against a wall next to a trash can, perilously close to flopping on the ground.
closed to siebren;
The dispelling had been a disaster. That was the only way he could describe it, but...
Right now Caleb can't describe much at all.
He comes to in an alley somewhere in - he doesn't know. He doesn't know and there's no one around he recognizes and he has to run.
He has to run, but he can't move. He can barely breathe, and the pain in his body is still there, his limbs lead and impossible to move. His chest burns as he tries to push himself up - nothing.
Just left here to die, maybe. How long until he gets pulled back in? How long until someone finds him and kills him? He doesn't have the answers to the questions he desperatey wants to ask.
Everything is far away. If he could move he would summon Frumpkin - but no. Instead he just lies against a wall next to a trash can, perilously close to flopping on the ground.